Moonspear The Hawk and The Dove

Song is When Doves Cry, by Prince.

The sun had lit the pal morning sky. Clear and blue as the eye could see. Alaric stood atop the spear, watching the smaller creatures down below. A hawk flew by, it's coiled talons ready, the breadth of it's wing's beat for beat, silent. How beautiful and noble it looked there flying so proudly. A small smile lit up his face as it dove, and the scream of the creature it caught ended quickly. Such a thing as a hunter, one could not argue that some of them were majestic. The hawk, the eagle.

But it did no one any good to ignore the little ones. The ones that flittered and fluttered and sang so beautifully that you could weep. But they were often forgotten about when the hunters of majesty were near. 

So i twas for them that Alaric lifted his voice in song. Letting it ring out clear and precise. Because he was both hunter and songbird. Both Majestic and at times small and that was okay. 


Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling
Can you picture this?
Dream, if you can, a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you
How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry